If I were facing a potential weather-related emergency, I don't think I would go to the grocery store, because that's always an anthill of crazy, and because I think I could scrape together enough food for temporary survival out of my stockpiles of cans of foods we used to eat all the time and now never do but still have giant stashes of. I think instead I would do laundry. We can eat cans of pineapple tidbits and fill the bathtub with water to drink, but if the power were out for awhile it would be challenging to re-wear the clothes that have been in the laundry basket under some wet washcloths for a few days in hot weather.
Speaking of kind of gross, I had to fish a sock out of the toilet yesterday. Don't ask me how it got in there, because I pursued that line of questioning fruitlessly with the children for awhile, and even if I'd gotten an answer it wouldn't have changed the fact that the sock was in the toilet. Luckily, I'd recently read that snippet of trying-to-make-you-feel-bad that's going around Facebook, the one about how the water in U.S. toilets is cleaner than the drinking water available to 95% of the world. I have no idea if that's true (nor, I suspect, do most of the people who repost it), but it made it easier to put my hand into the water and get the sock. I did it quick, like pulling off a bank robbery.
Do you know where Paul is right now? Washington D.C., that's where. Do you know what day he's scheduled to return? Sunday, that's when. So. He and I have been reading up on Hurricane Irene, trying to figure out her secret plan and whether it involves us. The problem is, meteorologists get so! extremely! excited! about everything that isn't normal boring weather, it's very difficult to tell the difference between something that is actually a problem and something that is just really fun to talk about for a change. Sure, AFTER the fact we can beat ourselves up about how we Didn't Listen, but I think there have been a dozen Huge Important Weather Catastrophes already this year, none of which were ANYTHING AT ALL. If we all evacuated every time a meteorologist peed down his leg, we'd just live permanently in the bomb shelter. But of course if we DON'T Take Measures, we'll feel like idiots if it turns out we should have. WHY OH WHY DIDN'T WE JUST FLEE FOR THE HILLS?? It would have been SO EASY!! Lose-lose.
And I don't even want to give Paul my opinion, because what if I say, "No, don't spend a million dollars and change all your plans and come home a day early, assuming you can even FIND a way home that isn't completely booked," and then he DIES IN A HURRICANE? Wouldn't I feel bad THEN? Or what if I say, "Yes, spend a million dollars and change all your plans and come home a day early," and then there is some rain and some wind? Wouldn't I feel bad THEN? Lose-lose.
[Update: Paul's Sunday transportation has been canceled. This is kind of annoying, since THIS VERY MORNING he called them to reschedule for Saturday, and they told him there was absolutely no need to do that because they were absolutely not going to cancel Sunday plans.] [I am pretty crabby about this.]
[Update on the update: Fortunately my dad found out it had been canceled before even THE TRANSPORTATION ITSELF knew, so when Paul called, the agent he talked to was seeing the cancellations happen right in front of her eyes, and it was early enough to get him in on Saturday morning instead.]
Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...